swordsman in the heavens

The old man moved around surrounded by two swords, always avoiding Xiao Longnu's soft sword or Yi Tianheng's sword energy at the critical moment. The old man's clothes were fluttering, his long hair was flying, and the tip of the sword was dancing.

Calm and unrestrained, like a cloud of smoke, it will never be contaminated by dust.

He suddenly smiled, not a contemptuous smile, nor a proud smile, but a lonely and envious smile. This smile was like a heavy hammer piercing the heart, hitting the souls of Yi Tianheng and Xiao Longnu, even though they were drawing swords

, I couldn’t help but ask in my heart: “Why does he have such a bitter smile?”

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore." The old man waved his sleeves, and a soft internal force broke through the sword domain that Yi Tianheng and Xiao Longnu believed to be flawless. The two of them were rushed by this internal force.

, caught off guard, feeling like they were transformed into a lonely boat on the sea, and their bodies couldn't help themselves anymore, so they put down their resistance and allowed this force to carry them three feet away.

The old man stretched out his hand to grab Yi Tianheng, "Let go of the Qingshuang Sword."

Yi Tianheng had already taken several steps back. He grabbed Xiao Longnu and felt a huge force that shook the hand holding the sword away. He had to watch the Qingshuang Sword fly into the old man's hand.

The green frost sword pierced the sky and flashed like lightning before entering the old man's hand.

"Yes, it's you, old friend. I didn't expect that I would see you again in my lifetime." The old man put his hand on the Qingshuang sword and stroked it slowly for a while. The two seal characters "Qingshuang" on the sword were so white and slender that they looked supernatural.

Jing Jie's palm brushed past and turned into a fishing hook, bringing back his long-lost memories.

That year, he was sixteen years old, riding a horse through the rivers and lakes, wielding a sword to fight against the injustice, holding the green frost in his hand, and the cold light stirred up the calm wind and clouds. He killed giant bandits, cleared up the chaos in the world, and won the name of a young hero. He was called a beauty.

, rushed to the crown and slaughtered Zhengdao in anger. From then on, he wandered around the rivers and lakes, hiding his name. He sharpened his sword, practiced it in the mountains for twelve years, and the blue frost replaced the crape myrtle.

The turbulent years of those years were all witnessed by it. Now that we meet again, how can we not help but feel emotional?

He let out a long sigh and suddenly poured his inner energy into the sword.

The blade of the sword rang softly, a flash of blue flashed inside, and the air waves spread out in circles.

Although the snow on the ground had long been destroyed into a mess, it was now "uprooted" and washed clean by the air waves.

Yi Tianheng and Xiao Longnu looked at each other in surprise, held each other's hands tightly, and quickly stepped back ten meters.

Although the air wave was strong, they could still withstand it, but the soaring sword intent was like thousands of small swords piercing into their bodies and souls, and they would be injured if they got close.

"This old man's martial arts skills are so terrifying!" Xiao Longnu was in disbelief and opened her mouth slightly, "Is it possible that he is one of the five best in the world?"

"Wu Jue is not half as good as him. Maybe I already know his name." Yi Tianheng's eyes were sparkling, he was excited, and he already had the answer in his heart, "And I also mentioned his name to you. My Qingshuang

He is the original owner of the sword."

"You mean 'Dugu Qiufei'?"

"Yes, it is Senior Dugu who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world."

If this person is not Dugu Qiubai, who else dares to call himself Dugu Qiubai?

"I understand why he showed that look just now."

"I understand too."

The long sword is empty and powerful, but there is nothing you can do! This is the emotion of Dugu Qiu after being invincible in the world, and the helplessness after being unable to draw the sword again!

The waves of air began to weaken, and finally subsided completely. The old man glanced at Yi Tianheng and Xiao Longnu who were whispering.

"I love to talk, but I am really alone in seeking defeat!" He threw it away casually, and the Qingshuang Sword turned into a flying rainbow and stabbed firmly on the ground in front of Yi Tianheng, "The Qingshuang Sword is returned to you."

Dugu Qiubei picked up the silly little white deer and disappeared in an instant, like a dragon with neither head nor tail.

Yi Tianheng stretched out his hand towards the Qingshuang Sword. Suddenly his hand hurt and blood oozed from his skin, so he quickly pulled back.

Xiao Longnu held his right hand and opened the palm, only to see that it was covered with dense cracks, and blood came out of the cracks, covering the entire palm.

Xiao Longnu frowned.

"I can still bear the slight pain." Yi Tianheng smiled slightly, which relieved Xiao Longnu's heart, "Senior Dugu deserves to be the person who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world, and can make the invisible sword energy materialize." He said in his heart.

The last few sentences: "Materializing the aura and turning it into a means of hurting the enemy is a sign of entering the ranks of the fourth level. For a fourth-level warrior with advanced cultivation, when the aura is released, it will stir up the wind and clouds and change the color of the world. It is natural for Dugu to seek defeat.

We cannot reach this level.”

"No matter how powerful he is, it's his fault for hurting you. If I hadn't been able to defeat him, I would have made you angry." Xiao Longnu took out the healing ointment and applied it carefully on Yi Tianheng. She lowered her head and spoke firmly.

With care.

Yi Tianheng was moved.

As the sound of treading on the snow came, Yi Tianheng and Xiao Longnu both raised their heads and saw the old Taoist priest with all white hair and beard. His face was covered with wrinkles and dark spots, but his temperament was extraordinary. Thanks to his tall and straight body, he was as gentle as jade.

His eyes and his Taoist robe, although tattered, are very clean.

After calming down, the old Taoist priest indeed looked like a master of Taoism, calm and otherworldly.

However, the old Taoist priest's eyes made Yi Tianheng and Xiao Longnu feel nervous at the same time, because he saw that Xiao Longnu seemed to be looking at his daughter with infinite tenderness and care.

"Old Taoist Quanzhen Cultist Wang Chongyang." The old Taoist priest announced his name like a nuclear bomb, which exploded in the hearts of Yi Tianheng and Xiao Longnu.

"Are you really Wang Chongyang?" Xiao Longnu frowned.

"Quan Zhen has a son, Wang Chongyang, who met an immortal in Ganhe and was blessed with good fortune." Wang Chongyang nodded, "I am that Wang Chongyang."

"Impossible, Wang Chongyang has died long ago!"

"Back then, I was tired of the world, so I just faked my death to escape." Wang Chongyang seemed to take special care of Xiao Longnu and answered all her questions.

"Okay, then you take my sword." Xiao Longnu let go of Yi Tianheng's right hand, immediately grasped the soft sword, and stabbed Wang Chongyang, as fast as lightning, and it was too late for Yi Tianheng to stop him.

A "ding" sound.

Wang Chongyang flicked his finger, and Xiao Longnu's menacing soft sword was deflected. Xiao Longnu refused to give up, and drew the sword again, as fast as thunder, but Wang Chongyang still flicked it out, and Xiao Longnu's soft sword was also deflected.

hit.

Xiao Longnu was about to take action, but Yi Tianheng caught her.

"You can't beat him."

"If you can't beat him, you have to fight him. He is the enemy of my Tomb Sect." Xiao Longnu looked at Yi Tianheng with a firm look in her eyes.

"Then I'll deal with him with you." Yi Tianheng's heart softened, and he swung out a palm.

Roar!

The wind from the palm is fierce, like a torrential rain sweeping over the ocean, with the power of raging waves rolling up frost and snow.

Wang Chongyang moved backwards, a little surprised.

"You know a lot of martial arts, including the Nine Yin Manual, the Nine Yang Manual, the Quanzhen Sword Technique, the Golden Wild Goose Technique, and an extremely exquisite sword technique. This is beyond my expectation. I didn't expect you to be able to master Hong Qi.

The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon."

He flicked his sleeves, and the strong inner energy came out of his body, pressing towards Yi Tianheng.

Yi Tianheng felt a huge mountain hit him hard. He wanted to retreat but was already approached by a huge force. He thought that he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. But the huge force suddenly changed from strong to soft, and it slid gently from the surface of the body.

Pass.

Bang.

There was a big pit in the ground behind Yi Tianheng.

Yi Tianheng was sweating profusely, and Xiao Longnu didn't dare to do anything again. She held Yi Tianheng's hand. The scene just now frightened her.